Trying to conceive again after losing my baby at 5 weeks 6 days. It’s so hard to not think about where I would be. The cute bump. And the planning. Everything just stopped. I still talk about my baby and I still stare at the ultrasound thinking what if and what he or she would’ve been. I just want my baby back.

I hate having to feel like I gotta fill that void.

Because now trying for another is more like work than fun. And more sad than passionate.